The Chase

She closed her eyes with a little laugh, inhaled a deep, salty breath, then blew it out with a contented sigh. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“The kind of trouble you’re going to love,” Beck promised. “Did Seth’s kiss feel good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I have something that will feel even better.” The PI withdrew a pair of black crotchless panties and spread them across the white linen tablecloth, fingering the string of pearls that bisected the bold slit.

Heavenly’s eyes widened, her fingers following his over the glistening pearls. “Oh, wow. These are unusual but really pretty. Thank you.”

As she wrapped her arms around Seth’s wide chest, Beck couldn’t hold back his laughter. The PI failed miserably, too.

Heavenly zipped a stare between them. “Okay, what am I missing here?”

“You don’t understand how these work, do you, little girl?” Beck asked.

“Work? Aren’t they just”—she glanced around to see if any other diners were near, then whispered—“panties?”

“Why don’t you put them on and find out?” Seth smirked.

“Now?”

“Right now.”

She trembled as she tried to stand. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

They both tugged her back to her seat.

“No,” Beck corrected. “Change them here, at the table.”

“B-but…someone might see.”

“They might, so you’d better be careful,” Seth taunted.

Those words made her clench and soak the already drenched scrap of silk under Beck’s fingers. It took all his restraint not to lift her onto the nearest hard surface and feast on her cunt.

“We’re waiting.” Seth drummed impatient fingertips on the table.

“Take. Them. Off,” Beck demanded. “Then hand them to Seth.”

Darting an anxious gaze around the nearly empty patio, she reached under her dress with shaking hands.

Beck watched, breath held, as she cast her eyes to her lap, lifted her hips, and wiggled until she worked the panties past her knees and over her shoes. Balling them into her fist, she passed them to Seth, unable to meet his stare.

The big PI propped a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “Thank you, angel.”

“Very good girl,” Beck praised.

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson when the PI raised her panties to his nose and drew in a deep breath before passing them over to Beck, who did the same with a grin.

“Put those away,” she hissed.

“We decide when—or if—we will.” Seth’s tone was firm, his stare direct. “Not you.” As if to prove his point, he inhaled from the white cotton again when Beck handed them back. “Now slide your present on for us.”

Beck nodded as Seth passed her plain underwear back to him. As she watched him with big eyes, he took another whiff, then pocketed them slowly to enjoy the real show. “Stop stalling.”

Carefully, she threaded her legs through the lacy fabric. He and Seth shared a knowing grin as Heavenly lifted her backside from the padded chair and worked the undergarment over her hips.

When she settled in her seat with an experimental wiggle, her wide eyes told him the exact moment the string of pearls abraded her clit. She shifted again and gasped, arousal stealing her breath.